There hasn’t been a lot of running going on since my knee started ailing me. I skipped my long run and didn’t do much in the way of cross-training. By the time the track workout rolled around, my knee pain and popping had quieted down considerably.
Earlier in the week, I had managed to talk BoBo into joining me at track. Not only did I want to show off my boy, I also wanted him to kick some 20-something year old arse. My hopes, however, were knocked to the ground when the boy failed to lift his own tushie up high enough to clear a large rock which rope swinging. The resulting abrasion would not only prevent him from running comfortably, it would also prevent him from sitting. I made him tag along anyhow.
The workout started off-track with a 15 minute warm up on the trail. We returned to the track for your drills and dynamic stretching. Afterwards, we began a fartlek workout that was whistle driven. During this workout, the coach blew the whistle signaling us to run fast. He then blew it again for the runners to slow down. The whistle blowing continued at random intervals for 30 minutes.
I only felt my knee during the warm up run. I hit the track ready for an intense workout. I had wanted to show my son how hard I was trying to get back into shape. It was funny, but I wanted his approval. So, I was a little disappointed when he grabbed the keys and retreated to the van. Even though it was cold outside, and he didn’t have a jacket, I wanted him to stand by and watch.
I quickly got over the disappointment of my teen acting like a teenager, and got on with my task at hand. Once I figured out that the longest interval was only 1 minute, I was able to push myself even harder. And I was pleasantly surprised when I came up the straight to see BoBo standing on the sidelines watching me. He’d found my spare jacket in the van, and came back out into the cold. I smiled, waved at him, and kicked a little 20-something year old arse.